Fish’n’chips

Archie spent half the morning having his beauty treatment - haircut, bath, lather up and wait (15 minutes), hose down and blow dry. Poor dog. He feels better, though, and certainly smells fresher.

I was then lured out with the promise of a coffee in town. We passed the local fish’n’chip shop, and Archie got a treat from the owner. Then his wee friend Maggie turned up, and she got one as well. 

We found a new (to us) cafe which I’ve seen a lot on Instagram. And it was very cute, though they haven’t heard the First Minister’s pronouncement about no muzak. A decent flat white at a decent price (£2.70).

We were above Victoria Street, which is always worth a wee look down on, though it gives a good view of the unsightly patches of tarmac over the old setts. There were plenty of people around, and even more down on the Grassmarket, where a rather good jazz band were playing. We saw a whole gang of chaps on scooters of all sorts - they meet up every weekend, and rode here from Dunbar. We had an ice cream from the old police box for a change. Just as well - when we got to Mary’s Milk Bar, the queue was going right up the Vennel steps!

We went up them too - it’s quite a hike. In fact, I was pretty stuffed by the time we got home again across the Meadows (8,241 steps). Though not too stuffed to walk back round later to the chippie for a fish supper. Funnily enough, I passed Maggie’s dad, who had had the same idea!